Friday, April 15, 2011


Finch pushed back his hat. "Naw, we got this. C'mon, Buford. Show 'em your stuff."

Buford, his gray skin dry and sun-bleached, shambled out. He wore a ten-gallon hat atop the shreds of scalp on his skull.

Finch clapped his hands. "What does a donkey do, Buford?"


"And how do you steer a horse?"


Finch turned to the others with a wide grin. "Somethin' else, ain't he?"

Tucker and Will glanced at each other. Tucker spat. "Still thicker'n a shit sandwich."

Finch frowned. "Hey, Buford. What is it these two ain't got more'n a teaspoonful of between 'em?"


Loren Eaton said...

Now this one is just gold ...

Scattercat said...

Looks like you're the only one who likes it...

Oh, well. Maybe I just find cowboys more interesting than they are.